Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  “I never thought you’d react like this, girl. You’re making me hard as I’ve ever been.”

  Pa sounded gruff as he pumped his hand between my legs, giving me several more hard slaps to my buttocks. This time, his spanking did nothing to curb my notion to be naughty. If anything, it made me feel naughtier, dirtier.

  “Oh yes, Pa. Please … don’t stop…” I begged him, bucking my hips as he fingered my tunnel. His rugged hands squeezed the left side of my bottom before giving me one more thwack that was so hard, it echoed around the room.

  “Oh fuck!” I cried out, surprised at my ability to use such foul language. But also noticing how good it felt to tap into that naughty part of me that could finally cut loose.

  My body trembled as Pa’s fingers made me cum. Liquid pulsed out from my slit, splashing to the floor below. Pa growled and worked his fingers harder, forcing another stream to erupt from my walls as they contracted over and over.

  My nipples hardened, and I groaned uncontrollably as he continued to massage me deeply, through the last of my orgasm-induced tremors.

  “Do you know what you’ve done to my cock?” he grumbled, sliding his hand out from between my legs.

  Seconds later, I felt him enter me, his girth stretching me more and more, the deeper he went. His strong hands held onto my hips as he plunged himself all the way to his sack, making me throb around his thickness.

  “Such a good, tight pussy,” he said, pumping in slow strides.

  He reached down and gripped my hair with one hand, giving it a firm tug.

  “Oooohhh, Papa…” I moaned, feeling completely used for his pleasure.

  He fell into a rhythm as he took me bent over his bed. I could feel his sack slap against my lower lips, then his palm struck my bottom again as his slick member moved in and out of me.

  My core tightened again as another orgasm approached, and when I came this time, I propped myself up on my hands and drove myself back, slamming my rear into his hips as he shot his seed inside my walls.

  “Take my cum, girl!” he said, tightening his fingers around my hair and tugging once again.

  I yelped and held onto the coverlet as his long, thick rod rubbed along my orgasm spot. I felt another burst of liquid shoot out, and I’m sure his cock was coated in my cum. Pa growled like an animal and continued thrusting until we were spent with exhaustion.

  The moment he went soft, I crawled up on top of his bed and fell down on my side. Pa laid next to me and pulled me into an embrace that put a big smile on my face.

  He kissed my ear, then whispered. “You’re still not keeping the pajamas. And if you do something like that again, I’ll be forced to take you in your bottom, really stretching you good.”

  I pulled in a rushed breath and jerked my head in his direction. “You wouldn’t dare, would you, Pa?”

  He gripped my chin, and the look in his eyes said it all. “Just try me.”

  Pa may have been a lot of things, but a liar he was not.

  But I wasn’t about to tell him that the thought of him taking me in my bottom made warm fuzzies shoot all through me. Instead, I snuggled into his embrace.

  “I promise never to do something like this again. Pa. I’ll be a good girl.”

  But I would find a way to get those sexy, silky pajamas. So maybe I wasn’t the good girl I was pretending to be. Maybe I liked being naughty.

  Pa’s Dirty Little Secret Book 3

  ***

  All of these changes going on with my body have me nervous. And my swollen breasts and overactive sex drive have me feeling borderline hysterical. But when I finally see the doctor, my fears are confirmed.

  Promising to take care of me, Pa seems to enjoy my pregnant body and lactating breasts. But he’s also worried about the health of our baby. I just hope he doesn’t stop wanting me the way he always has…

  I sat in the tub, the warm water flowing over my skin and helping me relax a bit. My fingers ran up to my breasts, aching and sore—different from the usual pain that accompanied my monthly cycle.

  Yet I still couldn’t admit what could ultimately be the cause.

  Pa and I had been together so many times over the past few months, so becoming pregnant with his child wouldn’t be such a strange thing. I just wasn’t sure how to handle it. He was my stepfather, so people would talk. And it was highly likely I would be sent away. I didn’t want to think of it, but there was no denying it was a possibility.

  My need for him to take me had become an obsession, too. I had lost count of how many times I’d been compelled to slip away and finger myself. And that’s after he had fucked me good and hard.

  I always needed more, though. No matter how much I got, it was never enough.

  I got out of the tub and dried off before wrapping the towel tightly around my waist. Leaving my heavy, tender breasts exposed, I walked out into the main room where Pa sat on the edge of his bed, removing his boots. When he saw me approach, his face lit up, and his gaze moved to my breasts.

  “My gracious, girl. What is going on with that heavenly body of yours?” he asked as I tossed the towel aside.

  “Maybe it never stopped growing?” I replied, sitting in his lap and pulling his hands around to cup my bottom.

  He released a low growl. “You’re eighteen years old, Ruth. I’m pretty sure you’ve stopped growing.”

  His lips moved to my neck as I scooted along his lap, inching closer to his erection. When I felt the bump of his zipper rub between my legs, I moaned and thrust my hips.

  “You’ve been incorrigible lately. What’s gotten into you?” His hands shifted to my breasts, and he gave them a squeeze, letting his thumbs brush hard over my nipples.

  Pain seared through me, and I let out a shriek, jerking my body backwards as Pa looked at me in shock.

  “Ruthie? What’s wrong?”

  Holding my hands to my large, tender mounds, I stood up, grimacing as I struggled to find a way to tell him what was going on.

  “I—I think I’m sick, Pa.”

  He stood and tilted my chin up to him. “What do you mean you’re sick?”

  Relieved that he sounded more worried than angry, I covered his hand with mine. I swallowed hard before letting the words roll off my tongue.

  “I haven’t had my cycle in a while, Pa. And … I’ve been waking up feeling sick on my stomach.”

  His eyes darted around my face as he let what I had just told him sink in. I was petrified that this dark cloud would wash over him, and he’d cut loose with a temper tantrum. But he remained surprisingly calm.

  “Well, seems we need to get you into town, let Dr. Holt have a look at you.”

  I let out a sigh of relief and nodded. But I was still nervous. What if I wasn’t with child, and these symptoms were a sign of an illness? Even if I were pregnant, there were risks with that as well. One of my mama’s sisters died in childbirth when I was just a little girl, and she had an aunt who had died not long after delivering her son. Medicine had improved since the early 1900s, but childbirth was still not without dangers.

  “Don’t worry, Ruth. Everything’ll be alright.” Pa must have been sensing my fear. He pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair with one hand and running his other hand down my backside.

  Electric sensations rippled through me, and my pussy throbbed for attention. But Pa seemed to be more interested in cleaning himself up than having his way with me in that moment. So, I climbed in his bed and hugged the pillows while he left me alone to go to the washroom.

  The fire in the woodstove kept the room nice and toasty warm, and it caused me to drift to sleep. But when Pa climbed in bed with me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and entered me from behind, using his skillful fingers to rub my tender bump and bring me to orgasm.

  I came multiple times as he moved in and out of me, feeling like such a naughty quiff. I wondered what he would think of me if he knew how many times I was able to let this sort of pleasure wash over me.

  “Mm, you feel so goo
d,” he groaned in my ear.

  His thick member made me cum again as he vocalized his pleasure. And knowing that we were cumming in unison made shudders of pleasure ripple through me until my nipples puckered up so tight that they hurt. I pressed my palms over them as his pelvis slammed into my backside. Pa gripped my hips tightly and seconds later, I felt his fluid seeping out of me.

  He sank his teeth into my shoulder and rubbed my tummy, as if he knew something I didn’t.

  But I think that deep down, we both knew.

  ***

  “Tell me about your symptoms, Ruth.”

  Dr. Holt rested a hand on my leg as I pulled my gown tighter.

  “I wake up in the mornings feeling a little queasy, and my breasts are tender.”

  He nodded and pulled a chair close to the exam table, sitting down next to me. “And how have your cycles been? Regular? Heavy?”

  I gulped and looked away. “That’s the thing, doctor. I haven’t exactly had one in several months or so.”

  His brow went up in surprise, and my insides twisted. Questions would follow, and I hadn’t even considered how I would answer those questions.

  He patted me on the leg and spun in his chair to reach for a pair of gloves resting on a metal tray. “Why don’t you lie down then and place your feet in the stirrups here.”

  Tense and apprehensive, I drew in a deep breath as I lay back on the table. Dr. Holt helped me get my feet positioned as I tried to stay calm.

  He scooted his chair across the floor and positioned himself between my legs. And I cringed as he pushed my thighs open, forcing the gown to fall to fall open too.

  “Try to relax, Ruth. It is a titch cold, but the speculum will only be inside for a moment.”

  I could hear the clang of instruments being lifted from the tray next to him, but once I felt the searing cold of the metal speculum, I nearly came off the table.

  I hissed, and Dr. Holt patted my ankle. “There there, you’re doing fine.”

  He moved the instrument inside of me slowly, showing he did have some compassion, but the moment I heard him mutter a “hmm” I knew right away that something was wrong.

  “What is it, doctor? Do you see something?”

  He pushed my thighs open further, and I felt the warmth of his exam light hitting my flesh.

  “Yes, dear. I can see something.”

  “Wh-what is it?” My heart was beating so fast.

  He removed the speculum and pushed my legs back together before moving the instrument tray aside. He stood and moved to my upper body, opening my gown and glancing at my breasts. He cupped them gently in his hands, then softly rolled my nipples between his fingers. I winced, but he didn’t see because he was so focused on staring at my chest.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “It hurts, doctor. They both do.”

  After making a strange face, Dr. Holt extended me a hand to help me sit up. I pulled my gown closed again.

  “Well, Ruth, I’d say you’re about five or six weeks along in your pregnancy.”

  My mouth fell open as he continued.

  “I’m to assume this comes as no shock to you. Do you know who the father is?”

  “Of course I know who the father is!” I snapped at him, anger boiling inside of me.

  “Good. Would you like to tell your stepfather, or shall I?”

  Pa. Oh dear Lord.

  “Could you tell him, please?”

  Dr. Holt patted my arm sympathetically, then brought Pa into the room, letting him know what was going on. I went numb as the doctor then proceeded to write down the name of an institution that would be willing to admit me.

  “My girl isn’t going to an institution,” he barked. “We’ll deal with this together.”

  Dr. Holt cautiously lowered his hand and set the paper back down on his desk. “I apologize, Warren. For what it’s worth, I’m happy to see to her care until the baby is born. My daughter is a midwife, too. And she can help with the birthing, when that time comes.”

  I sat silently, listening to my pa and the doctor sort out the details of when I needed to come back and what I could expect in the way of changes with my body. It was all so surreal. But then Dr. Holt pulled him out of the room so I could get dressed again, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was said between them.

  Pa made me wait in the wagon while he walked to the general store to pick up a few necessities, not telling me at all what he was getting. He came back with several paper bags that were loaded with lotions, candies, and other goodies he would later spoil me with.

  On the way home, Pa didn’t say much, but when we got close to our cabin, he took the fork in the road and headed to the preacher’s house. I had a sneaking suspicion about what he was planning to do, but I kept my lips sealed shut.

  “Stay here, Ruth. I’ll be right back.”

  Pa was inside with Pastor Charles for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I kept looking at the door, wondering what was going on inside. But when he came out, I could tell by his expression that he was at peace. He clicked to the horses and we were off again. Right before we reached our cabin, he took me by the hand.

  “I’ll do right by you, Ruthie, and by the baby. We’ll get married this Saturday at the church. Pastor Charles will perform the ceremony, and his wife will be our witness.”

  Warm tingles ran all through me.

  The man who had raised me, who had taken care of me most of my life, was how going to make me his bride.

  And our baby would not be born a bastard.

  ***

  Our wedding was simple but beautiful. Pa used the ring he had given my mama to place around my finger (the same ring that had belonged to his mama), and I don’t think I had ever been happier.

  Over the next few months, the cold set in, and I became restricted to performing only indoor chores, like cooking, washing, and cleaning. Pa didn’t want me handling the animals at all, so he took on that chore alone. I urged him to hire some help, and he said he probably would once spring came around.

  I also got bigger, and the tenderness in my breasts finally abated, for the most part. But one thing that didn’t change was my eagerness for sex. I wanted it all the time, and I had become comfortable using filthy language to ask for it. I had no qualms about telling Pa to fuck my wet pussy. But Pa was hesitant at times, telling me he was concerned I was becoming hysterical, and those characteristics would manifest themselves upon the child. I argued that would only happen if I wasn’t given pleasure on a regular basis.

  “We can’t indulge in these pleasures, Ruth. Our child will end up a pervert.”

  Obviously, Pa still held onto the notion that the way a woman thinks and acts during her pregnancy could impact the personality of her child. I didn’t believe in that nonsense, but how could I convince him?

  Well, one particular evening, I was desperate for his cock inside of me, so when it was time to apply my breast and belly balm, I walked it to him as he sat in bed, and I lowered my gown. Pa hadn’t seen me naked in over a month, and a lot had changed with my body.

  “What’re you doing, Ruthie?” he asked, setting down his book to look me up and down.

  I handed him the tube of cream. “My arms are tired from cooking all day. Will you put on my cream tonight?”

  He licked his lips and I glanced at his crotch, wondering if he was getting stiff. “I suppose I can do that.”

  He scooted to the edge of the bed and took the cream from me before applying a tiny amount to the palm of his hand.

  “You’ll need more than that, Pa. It’s rather thick.”

  He flicked his gaze up at me. “You know we can’t spend money on these things anymore, Ruth. After the events of last month, and Black Tuesday, we need to watch every penny.”

  The Great Crash of the stock market had afflicted everyone, and we were no exception. Pa was worried. I knew this. But it didn’t change the needs that I had—the need to feel his hands on my body and his cock claiming my pussy.


  “Yes, Pa. I know. And we will watch every penny. But for now, will you take care of me?”

  I could see his hesitation, and it would have been easy to believe that I was hideous to him. After all, my belly was swollen and distended, and my nipples large, red, and puffy. I sure didn’t look the way I had several months ago. But I also knew that Pa had needs himself. And denying a man what he needs could be catastrophic.

  He rubbed his hands together, then began to caress my stomach. I rested my hands on his big shoulders and closed my eyes, allowing myself to revel in his touch.

  I let a moan escape my lips as his hands wandered up. “Oh yes, Pa…” I murmured.

  He stopped for a moment to get more cream, then I felt him cup my breasts. I hissed as he lightly pinched my nipples, forcing them to harden into points.

  When I glanced down at his crotch again this time, I noticed his erection, prominent underneath his trousers.

  “I shouldn’t be in this state with you,” he mumbled. “It’s bad for the baby.”

  “No, it isn’t, Pa. The baby will be just fine.” I covered his hands with mine, forcing him to feel the entirety of my growing breasts. “Now, feel how soft they are. They need your hands. I need your hands.”

  He released a growl as he scooted forward. I decided to take charge of the situation, so I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled him to my chest. His lips wrapped around my nipple and he began groping me while sucking. The sensation was so erotic and intense, I felt it all the way to my pussy.

  Feeling even more daring, I took Pa by the wrist and moved his left hand between my legs. The heat that radiated there was undeniable. Pa let out a low grumble, plunging several fingers in my depths while flicking his tongue along the surface of my hardened buds.

  He moved his lips back and forth, from one breast to the other, teasing my nipples with delightful licks while curling his fingers inside my tunnel and massaging my cum-spot.

  “Yes, right there, Pa,” I said, rolling my hips softly.

  My hands tightened on his shoulders, and the tug on my breasts became stronger as Pa suckled harder. I fell into a deep state of bliss as he brought me close to an orgasm while he treated my nipples like teats that needed to be emptied.